At the garden gate I'll be there to wait Small birds sing out and trill the picture on the wall Sleepy cat lies on the window sill down the hall Slowly growing vines eclipse fence in the emerald hue A swaying lonesome pine cloudless skies glisten blue At the garden gate I'll be there to wait Vegetable patch sprouts carrots and eggplants too The trees will squawk with parrots and sunshine too Look to the east the lemon tree grows quite tall Look to the west pond where the goldfish trawl At the garden gate I'll be there to wait Maybe we'll stroll by quarter to two Pick up the milk and the newspaper too Don't be too late